She met his gaze with icy silence before spinning on her heel and marching out of the break room.

A storm of emotions churned inside her, twisting her stomach into painful knots.

She barely made it to the restroom, collapsing against the sink as her body convulsed with violent heaves.

Each wave of nausea left her dizzy and disoriented.

“Isabella!” Ethan’s voice cut through the quiet, echoing off the sterile tiles.

He had watched her storm off, an uneasy feeling gnawing at him. Something was clearly wrong.

His instincts led him straight to her, only to find her trembling and sick.

Her recent mood swings suddenly clicked into place, though she remained unaware of his racing thoughts.

All she wanted was to be left alone.

She retched again, too weak to speak, weakly waving her hand to shoo him away.

Ethan’s expression tightened with worry. Without a second thought, he reached for her shaking arm.

“You need a hospital. Now,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As she slowly caught her breath, panic set in. The last thing she wanted was for him to discover her pregnancy.

She pulled her hand back, voice strained. “It’s nothing. Probably just something I ate. Mr. Blackwood, we’re almost divorced—show some respect.”

Her words seemed to drift past him. His attention was fixed on the spotless sink.

Isabella hadn’t actually thrown anything up. Could she really be pregnant?

No. He had always been careful. The idea was absurd.

His phone rang sharply, slicing through the tension. Sophia was calling.

“Ethan, where did you go? There’s an urgent contract waiting. Can you come review it?”

His eyes flicked back to Isabella, who managed a weak, dismissive smile.

“Don’t let me keep you from business, Mr. Blackwood.”

“Take care of yourself,” he muttered, shoving his phone into his pocket and turning away reluctantly.

She watched him until he disappeared, then her legs gave out. She slid to the floor, gasping.

A desperate urgency washed over her. She had to finalize the divorce and leave. Now.

If he ever found out about the baby, it would be too late.

Her heart hammered wildly in her chest.

The taxi driver glanced at her pale reflection in the rearview mirror, concern etching his face.

“Miss, are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?”

“No, thank you,” she whispered, forcing a faint smile.

The thought of a hospital terrified her. It was too risky. Someone might find out.

Her phone rang abruptly, making her jump.

It was Ethan.

Seeing his name flash across the screen sent a jolt of pure fear through her.

Her heart stuttered. She was torn between dread and the overwhelming urge to vanish.